a long road to perfection
…just thought, the best people in the world, the luckiest ones, are those who get to do what they really wanted in life, maybe pop stars, or actresses, or maybe even a good old social worker who’d been wanting to help others out all her life… maybe… just maybe, the only problem to these special people are themselves… ’cause if they’ve got everything from the outside world, what else could they want more, right? i hate it when singers, especially "pop stars" write something about it’s not easy being them and stuff like that… maybe they need a psychological test or something… ’cause they’ve got everything there is to life, money, fame, fans, evrything… the only problem is, they kept on asking for more… they’re just so not contented with their life.. aren’t they happy they get to do what they love? now, how many people are struggling just to be on their pedestal? that’s bullshit! their only enemy is their own self.. how many of them have been hooked to drugs? or had been alcoholic since they had everything? maybe, if they’ll be on my shoes, or on any poor gal’s shoes, maybe by then, they’ll get to realize what they’re enjoying… what life has given them….
i just hope they realize everything before they’re dead…
as for me, i’m not asking for all those money and fame.. i just want a simple life.. maybe the perfect day for me would be a day spent with my loved ones, in a good greeny silent place in the suburb, away from all the troubles… just us in the country side… sipping a cup of coffee when we wake up i guess, eat some toast and bacon, a cheese to add up the taste… a slow-paced life… a life with full of… essence maybe.. something like, walking as if it were the last thing you’d do on earth…. then maybe while having breakfast we’ll talk about our plans for the day… then slowly, we’ll do everything that we’ve planned for the day… we’ll enjoy every second of our work… i would paint whatever i see, or write whatever crosses my mind… then my mom would probably be in the garden, watering her orchids…. my dad and bro would play chess, or maybe my dad would just sit on the couch and read the papers… my bro would be somewhere in the grass with his guitar.. making good music… melodies that would touch our hearts… that’ll be fun… ^sigh^ ^smile =)^ then by the end of the day, my mom and i would help ready the table, then my bro would do all the cooking… he loves it… then we’ll all sit down and talk about our day… it’ll be the best day as ever can be… then the next day we’d do the same… that’d be great… i think… ^smile again then shrug^ whatever! i don’t know if it’ll ever happen…. it’s still a steep road for all of us so far….
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